Chilling Adventures in the North

"The armour will be ready tomorrow morning. Best we enjoy our night for its back to the cabins again tomorrow."

"Off to the Icebreaker it is, then! Let's hope Mr. Bassk allows us come back tomorrow to pick the armour up." Says Muharg as he gets back into the winter clothes.

After having your fill of the warmth of drink and fire, you venture once more back into the coldness of the north. It is not long before you reach the docks south of Aurilssbarg. There you see a now-familiar sight in that of the Icebreaker. Though, currently, no one else is in sight.

Qinfaren looks around.

"Looks like no one is expecting us back yet," Qinfaren says at the sight of the quiet ship and docks. "Maybe we should find an inn for the night. Would be nice to sleep next to a fire."

"It sure would," replies Arogna. "But we oughta let Mr. Bassk know where we're at, make sure he's okay with us comin' back tomorrow. Is there anythin' else to deliver in this town?"

“I’m going to take a look and see if Mr. Bassk is onboard. I’ll let him know we’re staying at an inn for the night, or find someone to let him know at least. Feel free to join me if you want.” He then heads towards the ship.

Shad will follow Muharg. He thinks the inside of the ship will be warmer than the shore. Also, where has everyone gone? He's curious. 

Arogna goes along with Shad and Muharg, so that Lennart Bassk can see for himself that she hasn't just stayed in the tavern.

Qinfaren follows as far as the gangway up onto the ship and keeps watch from there.

"I'll go pick up the armor and meet you back at the ship," Bjorn would then head to the smithy to collect what was promised.

As you climb the gangway up to the ship, you start to hear the voices of Captain Silvermane's men working away and carrying out their duties. Though  you cannot see Lennart Bask cannot be seen anywhere, nor the captain.

"Be careful, Bjorn," Shad says. He'll then approach the least busy looking sailor he can see. "Is the Captain about? Or Lennart Bask?" he'll ask. "When do we plan to set sail again?"

Muharg approaches the highest rank member of the crew “Ahoy there! Are we spending the night in town? If so, would you be so kind and let Mr. Bassk know that my friends and I will stay at an inn? Will be back in time for departure!”

(OOC) Bah I read that wrong. I thought we were at the next morning.

One of the crewmen turns to you, "Captain says we will set sail late tomorrow morning. He has some final preparations to make before we start making the journey back south.

If you intend to spend the night an inn, then I can surely let the parcel master know. Though he might want a report from you regarding your delivery today."

"Can you give him a report for us?" Arogna asks the crewman. "So as we can get back to the tavern. So we delivered the package to a dragonborn name of Glarth. It was justa bottle of brandy after all. Qinfaren guessed it. Didn't open it, though. We should of, woulda saved a lot of trouble. This wererat name of Fanger tried to stop us. She was on the ship the whole time, tryna get inta our cabin last night. Mighta been her that pushed someone overboard. Though I dunno actually why she woulda pushed somebody else over and not one of us. Maybe that was someone else done that. Anyways, turns out she and Glarth like the same hot guy, Rool. Well, dunno if he is hot, I didn't see him, this lot did. Sounds like fun though. An' that Glarth don't look like someone that's quick about goin' and gettin' what he wants, an' she ain't goin' anywhere now, so I reckon if we get back quick he'll still be single. I'll ask the boys later if he's worth it. I'm reportin' now. Anyways, yeah, she chased us an' shot at us with a crossbow. Qinfaren wrapped her in plants and we all hit her a bit. I got her with this silver sword here. We paid for that with our own money, mind you. Well, not exactly our own money, it was some kinda metal that Griggle give us. Not that we owe him anythin' for that. We earned that good and proper, for killin' all those creatures he brought inta town. Muharg nearly died. Anyways, then I was about to stab her again an' a guard come up an' she changed back inta a woman. She was a rat, see, while we was fightin'. An' he arrested her, an' we went to the tavern. It was real nice there, a fire an' everything. That's where we're gonna stay."

Arogna pauses.

"Is that alright of a report? I'm not much of a one for writin' things down."

Muharg nods at Arogna with a shrug “I guess that should do indeed.” and adds at the crewmember “Just let Mr, Bassk know will be at the Green Hall spending the night would he need us.”

He then points with his thumb over his shoulder towards the town, looking at his companions “Shall we then?”

"Absolutely, Muharg!" Shad says. "Back to the warmth." Shad will start toward Green Hall. "Well reported, Arogna!"

Qinfaren pats Arogna on the shoulder. "Very detailed."

Then he thinks for a moment and then looks back over at Arogna.

"I don't think we ever checked Rool's temperature," he says. "I'm not sure if he was hot or not."

He then happily follows along with everyone else back to the Green Hall.

The crewmember stares at Arogna in utter bewilderment and she gives him the full report. He has difficulty keeping up with her as she discusses that days events. Though he does pick up something about fighting. There is no way he is going to be able to remember every detail given to him, to recall later when he sees the parcel matter. He is also cursing his politeness and wishing that he had ignored these people like the others.

That is until Muharg steps in and summaries it as just letting the parcel master where they are. Then a look of relief washes over his face as be body relaxes.

"Sure I can tell him that you will be at the Green Hall."

He then takes that as a cue for a quick exit before the half-orc has a chance to anything else.